Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon
is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a
fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than
robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where
are you calling from?
A booth
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